THE DECEMBERISTS lyrics : "Won't Want For Love (Margaret In The Taiga)"
Please array a path for me
The wood's all growing thick and fast around
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
Mistle thrush, mistle thrush
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
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